Moralfag slowly undid her nun outfit in behind the dressing room to the anime convention. Why was she here at this moment? She knew that a lot of anime had violence, and sex, and all that other bad stuff, but there was some good healthy messages out there she wanted to spread.

She wore her Jesus bra and cross panties and started to slip into her outfit for the day. Already she had seen a fat black woman with some chicken in her hand trying to find the nearest Gurren Lagann panel. Then she bumped into a quiet girl that had the same mecha logo on her shirt and looked to be holding a laptop.

The Christian loving girl walked behind the save haven she was in and walked into the new world. She didn't have any time to react to the crazy blond girl with spiky hair that was stomping in front of her.

"BELIEVE IT, BITCH!" the girl said, throwing down a fake knife at Moralfag and trying to freak her out. The spiky haired girl continued to jump up and down and saying the same thing over and over.

"...Violence is wrong, Miss..." Moralfag spoke with a whisper and slowly got off the ground; not wanting any of the men to see her revealing panties. "I think you should calm down...please?"

"SASUKE...WHERE ARE YOU?!" The lady was going even more insane, jumping on the back of a Gaara cosplayer, and chucking another one of her fake play things into an eye of a lame Kamina cosplayer.

Moralfag settled down a good 30 yards away, invisible amongst some shrubbery.Moralfag brought the SDV's scope up to his good eye and adjusted the sights.Moralfag spotted /a/ bumbling clumsily some distance away, making about as much noise as a truck and light up like a Christmas tree with a quilt of multicolored stains on it's extra large but still far too small Atlus t-shirt.Moralfag put his finger on the trigger.Moralfag had no regrets.

Moralfag would be like a space marine. Grim, powerful, nasty hulking warrior who loves her god emperor to the point of utmost loyalty. Imagine her in dark Angel power armor, going on a rampaging anon killing spree using only her tainted crucifix and her love for Jesus.

The weird chick was gone and the anime convention was in full bloom. There were many Gurren Lagann, Haruhi, and even Yu-Gi-Oh cosplayers. A small fat kid with a fake Yugi wig was running around and screaming, "I JUST GOT A FIVE, BITCH!" to anyone who would listen.

The girl she had seen earlier was sitting by herself on one of the benches. She was near a panel for voice actors and didn't seem very interested. A laptop was on her lap, and she was typing away like a crazy maniac.

"Uhm...what are you doing?" asked the nun, looking over the girl's shoulder and staring at the words. SEX, VIOLENCE, AND EVEN...EVEN...FRENCH KISSING! This teenage girl was writing a fanfiction of some anime that involved all these matters. "AH!"

>>13063023Ironically, what's currently being posted in this thred has her displaying the naivete and innocence of the very lolis she is trying to defend against the pedos. That in turn invokes feelings of rape or tender loving of said pedos.

"No, not lemonade...it's a fanfiction of sexual desires that I wish to have. I always wanted to have these things as a seventeen-year-old girl, but my family says that boys are evil and to continue writing.

The only way I can show my sexual desires are on this laptop..." She said these words very slowly and had a strong source of sincerity in her words.

Moralfag looked down and felt a sting of pain in her heart. This girl had never been even kissed? The same was with her. She was twenty-one-years-old, and she was never allowed to kiss boys when she was younger. The closest she got was when they were playing tag at the Christian Carnival.

"...It's okay, you'll find someone!"

"No...my family owns me...If I meet a guy before I'm thirty, they'll throw me out of the house. My grades aren't good enough for a scholarship, so they have to pay for it.

I'm just a toy."

And that is how it happened. Moralfag reached in and slowly moved her soft lips around the Fanfiction Wrtier's mouth. Both of their eyes looked at surprise at what they were doing, but it felt kinda right to both.

They slowly released after a few seconds and then looked down at the ground.

"Why...does no one kiss me?" said a girl to the right of the bench. She looked very lonely and like a stalker. She was sitting against the wall and had her knees to her chest. Her eyes were filled with tears at the embrace the two girls just shared.

Bang. Moralfag's head had popped like the cherry her vagina would never get. A bullet had collided with the bitch's forehead and the brains were flying out like crazy. The Fanfiction Wrtier's eyes turned to the left and saw where the attack had come from.

The Internet Stalker had taken out a gun from her pocket and breathing heavily into the ground. "I...I HAVE NEVER BEEN TOUCHED, KISSED, HUGGED, AND YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS GET TO HAVE ALL THE FUN?!"

Her tears were screaming down her eyes, and her black gun was resting trustfully between her fingers. The Fanfiction Writer didn't know what to do, so she just kept her seat and forgot that there was a killer and a dead person beside her. She needed to write more and more.

Moralfag screamed and sit herself up, with cold sweat running down her back. "That was a really weird dream.", she thought as she got out of her bed. She looked at the clock, "Crap, I'm gonna be late." and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

>>13063504After she was prim and proper, like every girl should, she said her morning prayers and left for church. "We're having choir practice today, this should be fun."

Along the way, she walked past a playground, and saw a fat man trying to offer a little girl some candy. "Is he.. I've gotta save that little girl!"

Moralfag ran towards the man and placed herself between the man and the little girl. "What do you think you're doing?" The man looked disgusting, and disgusted. He muster all the courage he could and muttered, while stammering "Go.. away, you pig disgusting.. grown up.. Or I'll.. rape.. you too!"

>>13063023It's because /a/ gets the most appeal out of a tsundere moralfag being fucked multiple times and broken on the floor in a pool of cum, tightly gripping onto her cross with trembling hands. With that said, someone r/34/ what I just wrote.

I hate the world. I hate everything in it and around it. All of these horrible people watch me every day in my world, and I can't get out of it! The Stalker was kneeling down beside the wall and slowly banging it against the barrier. She had just killed a Christina girl at an anime convention. Her life was now over...so, so over.

Her life had never been that great. Her sixth e-boyfriend in two weeks had just left her, and she didn't know how to handle it. She went to an internet counseling forum, but they just flamed her and told the woman to put a bullet in her brain.

She brought the gun to the convention to kill herself at the final moments if she couldn't find her true love. The girl didn't expect to have randomly shot a cute lesbian girl who gave affections to another.

"...I wish I could of seen Haruhi Season 2"

With that the end of a useless woman had come. Her weapon was pointed at her forehead as well, got shot right into the point of the brain, and the explosion of blood rained down on the shitty fags in cosplay.

It wasn't very fun organising a Christian-approved anime convention, she thought. Producing a deep sigh, she proceeded to the door to greet the guests, with a curiosity as to how other Christian anime fans looked like--she'd only really watched approved anime with her father's consent alongside her little brother.

She opened the great door with a heave, leaving her gasping for air. While conjuring a smile, she brought her face level with the attendees. One of them immediately stood out.

"He... Good Lord! Has somebody important died?" She said, gazing at the gothic lolita.

"Is this one of those Anonymous I heard about on Fox 11? Those sexual predators who target little children? What do I do now? I have to protect this little girl. Forgive me for what I am about to do my Lord."

Moralfag used every ounce of strength in her body and tried to kick the disgusting fat man in front of her. "Between the legs should work, they taught us in self defense class that this is the best place to strike."

The disgusting fat man realised this, and shouted "ZA WARUDO!." It gave moralfag a shock, and she missed her aim. Now her foot is on top of his thigh. Before she could retract it, the disgusting fat man has already grabbed her foot. "Oh my, what cute panties you're wearing." the fat disgusting man said as he lifted her legs and looked under her skirt. Moralfag was on the brink of crying. "No one has seen my private area before... Now I'm ruined for marriage."

>>13063477At first, the Stalker didn't register the consequences of her actions - it felt unreal and disconnected from the world around her. For a second there, she couldn't even fathom that this was the world of the real, where actions have consequences. She stood there motionless, swaying a little as she watched the bubbly mix of pink and red blowing out of the exit wound on Moralfag's head. And then it hit her, the wave of sound and noise, of panicked screams of low powerlevel fags that littered the convention floor: some were running away, some were taking pictures. Then there was a Sailor Moon cosplayer whose skirt lifted up and revealed under it the bulge of an erect penis, fighting it's way out of the frilly panties that looked like they would snap at any second. The Stalker realized that her face was turning red and her crotch was on fire in a way that she never felt before - she wanted that penis inside her, but it was impossible - no man would ever love her enough to do that. Tears made their way to the floor to mix in the pool of her pussy juice. She squeezed off another round and the Trap made a squeak and fell on the ground, clutching at his stomach. At the same time, his penis went wild and unleashed an unholy torrent of semen, most of it hitting the Stalker in the face, some on the Moralfag's corpse, some on the Fanfix girl that was typing away like it was no tomorrow on her '99 Thinkpad. The floor of the con was almost empty now, and it was only a matter of time for the police to show up and put an end to this one way or another. The Stalker started to cry again, her tears making long streaks down her face, carrying with them blood and semen that was beginning to dry.

>>13063759The disgusting fat man ten lifted her leg higher, making moralfag lose her balance and fall to the ground. "I suppose... At times.. like.. this... A HEALTHY IS FINE TOO!" While still holding her foot, he took off her shoe and started licking her foot.

"What the hell? Why is he licking my foot?" Moralfag struggled and tried to kick him again, but she couldn't do much against a lusting beast. "Ah.. What is this strange feeling? Why does my body feel good all of a sudden... From my foot being licked, no less..."

Moralfag's struggle became less intense, the disgusting fat man realised it too, and licked a trail down her foot to her knee.

"Oh no, not there!" Moralfag tries to put her knees together, not wanting to let this disgusting fat stranger go near her privates.

"YOUR RESISTANCE ONLY MAKES MY PENIS HARDER!" screamed the fat disgusting man as he tried to pry her legs open. He started breathing heavier, though his mouth and moralfag was in tears and screaming "NO LORD! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? HELP ME LORD!"

Then from a distance, a man's voice could be heard "YOU BETTER STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING YOUNG MAN!" The loli has went to get help when the fat disgusting man was distracted with moralfag.

"O SHI-" As the fat disgusting man tried to run away, another man blocked his path of escape and pinned him down.

Moralfag looked up at the bizarre-looking man. Aside from his behavior and his mask-like green face, this person looked almost normal. He was well-dressed - a nice business suit that reminded her of the men she'd seen at the church picnics.

"Adultery is immoral! And lust is a SIN you...you.... double sinner!" Moralfag looked away as she felt tears start to pool in her eyes. She knew it was against the teachings of the church to... do such a lewd thing before you were married. Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but feel attracted to this man. He lusted after her? He was willing to be a criminal or worse, spend an eternity in Hell just to be with her?

"There's no use resisting; I've already made my choice" responded the man. He had her pinned against the ground in a dark alleyway. Careful planning and calculation went into this plan. He would be sure nobody would see him performing such vile acts, let alone find out.

However, he couldn't help but find something odd about her demeanor. Not only was she in a very dangerous situation, but she was a regular chuch goer and even prayed by her bed every night. He knew this from all the time spent watching her. Despite all of this, she didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. Even more than that, she was... blushing?

>>13063869The Stalker was crying for the life that she only observed from afar - for her boyfriends whose pictures lined her walls, yet they never even knew she existed, of the newlywed couple she followed one day as they went around their blissful life filled with sex and happiness - she watched them consummate their marriage from the closet, fearing to turn the camera off, as to not miss a single shot of what she perceived as perfection. She lost track of how many times she came just looking at them, doing all the things she'd dream a man would one day do to her. But now she was far away from all that, and she saw herself on the edge of the bottomless canyon that separated her with the life she wanted to lead. It would be impossible now - who would love her as she is now, covered in blood, brains and semen of her victims. There were 6 more bullets in the magazine...Slowly she crept up to the Fanfic girl, who was still furiously typing away, trying to get it all down for her next story that she would undoubtedly call her best.. if she ever finished it that is. The Stalker grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head to face hers, and with a warm smile filled with regret and anguish, she prepared to make her last request: "make it good". The Fanfic girl's eyes glazed over and she nodded in apprehension, and the second her hair was let go, she dove back into her work, typing with a renewed fervor. Satisfied now, she stepped back and put the barrel of her gun under her chin and took a deep breath - It'll all be over soon.

>>13064360I think you may have read my post wrong. I wasn't asking for a visual novel of this (It would be amazing, but I'd never get my hopes up). I was asking for a text file of each of these stories since there's so many mixed in this thread I can't tell waht goes with what.

Moralfag quickly shifted her eyes from the side to look up at the man, whose green face was beginning to turn pink. "I... know not what these devil words you speak mean!" she said. She could feel her heart beating almost as fast as she could recite her prayers on her rosary. But why? Moralfag *thought* it was due to her current circumstances, but she felt strangely safe with this man. After all, all he wanted to do was just.. touch her, right?

Moralfag bit her lip as thoughts flooded into her mind. Evil, unpure, disgusting thoughts. Thoughts that she had before, to her embarrassment. Those thoughts on more than one occasion produced an odd tingling senstion.......... down there. But out of her devotion to the church she resisted doing anything. However this time she didn't think this man would settle for that. Even more alarming to her, however, was the idea that maybe she didn't want him to.

Suddenly, she felt a large, warm hand grasp her at her chest. "W-wait! What are you doing? Don't touch me there, that's lewd!" She squirmed in a futile attempt to get the man to move his hand.

"Your resistance only makes my penis HARDER" boasted the man, briefly removing his hand from Moralfag's breast to remove his pants in a swift single motion. Moralfag could only stare in horror and astonishment at the man's raging erection. So that's what it looks like?

Christina (Moral) sat in the corner of her bare and bones room. She lived with her parents, younger brother, and Grandmother who had come over after her Grandfather died. Her bed was tidy and neat with a bunch of different stuffed animals decorating the top. Her sheets were made up of a picture of Jesus in the middle. The pillows were white with black cross on them, and she had a painting of heaven right over her on the top of the ceiling. The young girl of the Church slowly wrote in her journal, detailing all the things that she had done in the day.

>>13064175The Stalker moved her finder inside the trigger guard and closed her eyes - soon she'll be at peace. But that's not what she felt - what she felt was pain, red hot shard of it through her shoulder. Too sharp, too sudden, it made her drop to the ground. Opening her eyes, she saw a giant plastic sword glittering with her blood above her, held by a man whom she failed to notice before, who approached her from behind while she wasn't paying attention. That man was laughing in an odd voice that she never heard men speak in, and as soon as her eyes refocused, the Stalker saw a pair of shapely tits under a green top - was it another trap? She wondered as she saw the sword swing again and hit her square across the back, this time didn't penetrating her skin, but throwing her flat against the ground with an ugly thud. She saw the face of her attacker and on it was a grin - part anger, part lust, part something else - it was enjoyment, pure an simple, that she got from toying with her. Through the pain of her arm and back, she could hear her attacker laughing. The insanity, the madness, the utter absence of love in that voice was splitting the Stalker's ear drums - this isn't the way she wanted to die, it was devoid of meaning, devoid of the feelings of love, it was empty and impersonal. It was going to happen. Crying out from her injuries, the Stalker turned herself to face her attacker, yanking her pistol from underneath her and sighting in the midsection of the odd figure, and in a flash she saw before her a lean, muscular figure of another girl.

"We make sexy time now!" yelled the man, scampering towards her so that he could regain control of her. It was easy to catch up to her, almost too easy. His hands once again forcefully pinned her arms to the floor of the alley. He leaned forward so that his throbbing cock could be pressed against the crotch of this Jesus freak.

The blond-haired girl let a squeak escape her lips as the sensation of the manhood could be felt against her crotch. "No.. not like this, I was supposed to save myself for marriage!" she thought to herself as she clenched her eyes shut.

She could only clench them harder as she felt the man release his grip from one of her arms, only to hastily move his hand up her red skirt. A quick flick of the wrist brought the front of her skirt to her shirt and then.. a sound Moralfag hadn't expected to hear. She opened her eyes to see what was happening. Was this man... laughing?

"Ohoho... panties that say "Jesus <3 Me" how adorable" giggled the man. He wasted no time pulling them off, but could only pause when he received his first glimpse of Moralfag's pussy.

Again with the laughing. "I guess you've been looking forward to this more than I thought, huh?"

"Sh-shut up! Just hurry up and get it over with! I..I have a church mass to get to!" she cried, that burning sensation returning to her cheeks.

"Oh? You don't say. But I caught you just now on your way home from mass, everybody is already all gone!"

>>13064750 Covered in a plain top and bluejeans, she didn't dress to impress, even though her short hair looked neat and cared for. The she saw a spark in her eyes - that of excitement and anticipation - that girl wanted to be challenged, and from the looks of her callused palms and scraped knuckles, she was no novice to physical confrontation. The Stalker hesitated, but the moment giant sword was above her, the fired 3 rounds in quick succession, sending the Dyke to the ground and her sword flying in a random direction. Standing above her fallen enemy, the Stalker was surprized to see her still alive - a fervor for life emanated from that girl - one that seemed to be too grand for the human spirit to have. And she was smiling, looking utterly pleased, with blood leaking out of the corner of her mouth onto the floor. "There will be a next time..." was the last thing the Dyke said before passing out For the first time in a while, the Stalker doubted her actions.

Moralfag felt her face become suddenly flushed with red. Not only did he know she lied, something she would have to confess to later, he knew the reason why she lied.

"You aren't scared of me at all, are you?" inquired the man, only clad in the top half of his business suit. The girl to whom the question had been directed to was unable to say anything in reply. She could only stare at him with wide eyes that looked almost... anticipating.

Without another word, the green-face man positioned himself on top of her and shoved his penis inside her in a surging motion. He felt a brief moment of inner resistance and glanced down to see a slight amount of blood trickling down his cock.

Moralfag only stared at the man, breathing in rapidly through her nose. Each breath she drew caused her chest to heave up and down, which did not go unnoticed by the man. He buried himself deeper inside her - all the way to the base - and employed the use of both hands to quickly unbutton the front of her shirt. A slight gasp could be heard from Moralfag, with the man lifting up her golden cross-embroidered bra almost as fluidly as he had unbuttoned her shirt just moments ago.

He commented on the impressive bust she had. It wasn't too large, but her chest was by no means flat neither. It was a befitting size for a girl of Moralfag's petite nature.

He cupped her left breast with his hand, pinching his thumb and index finger around her nipple as he began to move his hips back and forth.

>>13064878Was it regret? Was it fear? The Stalker felt something creep up her spine when she reminded herself that there were 3 more bullets in the magazine. Where will those end up? Was it amateur bravado that made that odd girl charge her with nothing but a piece of plastic? Was she not afraid of death? The clicking of the laptop keyboard brought her back to here and now, but she didn't expect to get a piece of mind from that girl - not until her story was complete anyway. But there was something else in the now empty hall, a presence that was not human. The Stalker was madly scanning the floor in all directions, but saw nothing. Slowly, she backed into a corner and prepared to put an end to herself once again. She closed her eyes and prepared herself, but this time she couldn't concentrate on anything, as all of a sudden the only thing playing in her mind was American Idiot. She opened her eyes and realized herself to be face to face with a man - his eyes were dark green and his face in a constant scowl. His jet black hair ended in blue streaks with both his gauged ears poised at attention, enjoying his favorite song. He looked into her eyes and spoke up "Death... Death, blood and psychos..." He had her trapped in the corner, his body pressed against hers, both his hands on her throat, with his pulsating cock ready to spring out of his clothes and into her "A beauty...." Their mouths came together and the Stalker found herself melting. At last! She peaked and her knees gave way under from the pleasure. Darks let her throat go adn she collapsed on the ground. Maniacally smiling, he spoke: "Looks like you're going to stay up all night"Somewhere in heaven, a blond angel cried for them.THE END

"You... must... stop this... right now!" proclaimed Moralfag, but it was no use. The early senstion of sharp pain that had gripped her body upon first insertion of the faceless man's dick had slowly developed into an indescribable new feeling. Moralfag was unsure as to how to phrase it, but whatever was happening had spread to every inch of her body. She felt a moan rise up from deep in her chest and flow off of her tongue, which had seemingly become as wet as she was.. down there.

Out of nowhere, the man leaned all of the way forward and opened his mouth, locking lips with Moralfag. Moralfag let out a surprised moan and felt her sea-green eyes widen as the man forcibly inserted his tongue into her mouth. Continuously muffled moans escaped from inside her as the two seemed to battle each other with their respective tongues. It was like David versus Goliath, only it was clear that the larger, stronger party was going to win this duel.

The business suit-wearing man continued to pump in and out of Moralfag's vagina, which seemed to be releasing a flood comparable to the 40 days and 40 nights of rain in the story of Noah's Ark. Quicker and quicker he seemed to go, to which was responded with a rising sensation in whatever it was that had already gripped Moralfag's body. She seemed overcome by this overpowering sensation.

The man released his lips from Moralfag, shifted his shoulders back so that he could get a good look at her. "I'm.. about to cum" he told her, his member feeling close to eruption as it was smothered by the tightening walls of Moralfag's vagina.

It was up until this point that the man hadn't realized that he was no longer holding down Moralfag. He was shocked for a split second as he felt arms wrap around the back of his neck. He checked for the source of this feeling, only to find Moralfag seemingly on the verge of her first orgasm.

"Oh rapture! Oh joy! Oh....oh....*GOD*!" she yelled in a voice smothered in lust as she felt that tingling sensation explode all over her body at the same time as she felt something shooting into her down between her legs.

After a moment of calming down, the man removed himself from Moralfag, stood up and put back on his boxers and pants. Moralfag could only look down between her legs in astonishment as she felt, and saw, a white gooey liquid oozing out of her pussy.

"Oh no.... oh no! Oh no no no!" You.... you.... released your seed inside me! Now that means I'm going to have a baby! I.. I can't have a baby! I'm not even *married* yet! Please, you have to help me!"

The man looked down at Moralfag once he zipped up his pants, who was now sitting up with her legs still open. He scoffed at her, and simply said "Yeah, whatever bitch. I'll be back tomorrow so be sure to take a shower alright?"

With that, the green-face man took his leave, throwing a previously unseen jacket over his shoulder and humming something that Moralfag could only interpret as wanting to buy sausage.

>>13066931I know the feeling. Despite wanting to violate her and fuck her brains out, when writing something about her/ drawing something about her, it gets a bit hard to continue with the whole raep/etc.

>>13066511Hikkikomori Stalker ConKill storyfag here, that's good shit, but needs more raep. You can't have the Moralfag start consenting that fast, it goes against her character - she should be staring at Anon with eyes of hate, burning with disgust, she should be fighting back, hitting, biting, screaming and threatening. If you say that she wanted it all along, you're cheapening her tsundere side and removing much depth from her character.